Take Heed

The music business got really scared
 When punks created their own alternative system
 One that was honest and really cared
 So they set out to destroy what punk had created
 By dividing those involved
 Choosing cult names and hatred
 The gutter press said punks should spit and fight
 And the puppet punks were fooled alright
 They began to sniff aerosol and tubes of glue
 Because the paper said that's what real punks do
 Like spitting on bands covering them in shit
 Even though they knew if they were playing, they wouldn't like it
 The promoters wanted to put a stop
 To the cheap gigs bands arranged on their own
 So they introduced more lies and once the seeds were sown
 The puppet punks began to smash up halls
 Believing they were having a real ball
 But the destruction meant nothing at all
 They were just dancing to the tunes
 The big businessmen called
 Very soon bands couldn't afford to do their own gigs
 And the promoters had won
 They got their own way
 Protecting their halls with bouncers
 They decided which bands could play
 And best of all they controlled the price that we all have to pay
 Punk belongs to the punks
 Not the businessmen
 They need us, we don't need them
 Punk will never be dead
 As long as some of us refuse to be led
 The rip-off merchants were quick to cash in
 And the puppet punks parted with their hard earned cash
 To buy the exploiter's rip-off trash
 Unable to see that these people only sell shit
 As long as the people are willing to buy it